In August I crossed Pennsylvania from west to east on the Turnpike.
When approaching the payment plazas, stopping wasn’t necessary. The state promised that they’d mail a bill. For better or for worse, the toll booths were devoid of human money-grabbers. The excuse is public health and the writing is on the wall for permanent automation.
The upside was the convenience of not stopping. The downside is that I had no idea how much I was spending.
Even after taking the trip, the turnpike authority was mum on costs and wouldn’t take my money until they sent a paper invoice.
The bill for my trip arrived yesterday and the cost was almost 60 dollars for about 6 hours of travel time.
It was a bit of surprise, but I guess these tunnels don’t dig themselves.
About the author: I am Stephen Kennedy, an experienced photographer with more than 2500 completed sessions in all 50 US states.